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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.