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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.