Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kerrie Biddell to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by New Order. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.