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 Burundi and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The J.B.'s to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.