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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
June Days,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
MDC,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.