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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.