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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
MDC,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.