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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Yellowson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
MDC,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.