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 Paraguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.