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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.