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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.