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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Guru Guru to the punk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.