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 South Africa and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.