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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 H. Thieme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.