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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the disco 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.