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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.