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 Andorra 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
cv313,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.