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 Panama and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Man Parrish to the crunk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.