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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 The Tremeloes to the grunge 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.