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 Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
10cc,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.