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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.