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 Madagascar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
X-102,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.