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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Ken Boothe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.