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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 The Slackers to the grunge 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
10cc,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.