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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Index,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.