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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Franke,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
the Normal,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.