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 Congo and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.