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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radio Birdman to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
The Litter,
X-102,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.