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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Stiv Bators to the rap 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.