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 Honduras and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.