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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.