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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Desert Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.