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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.