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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.