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 Guyana and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Japan,
DNA,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.