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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Amazonics to the techno 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
John Holt,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.