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 Ghana and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Connie Case to the dance 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
The Index,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.