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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Television,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.