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 Lebanon and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.