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 Iran and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.