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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Hashim to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
10cc,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Deakin,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.