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 Grenada and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Grey Daturas to the rock 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.