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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Roxette,
Nico,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.