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 United States and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Morten Harket to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.