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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Fear,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.