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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 The Smiths to the rap 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.