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 Kiribati and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Black Sheep to the rock 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.