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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.