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 Israel and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Funkadelic to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
John Holt,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Can,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.