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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Fear,
AZ,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Pole,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.