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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moebius to the electroclash 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
The Move,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.