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 India and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Yaz,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.