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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.