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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Todd Terry to the punk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.