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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Index,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.