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 Iraq and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.