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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Little Man to the crunk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.