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 Afghanistan 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rotary Connection to the disco 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
DNA,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.