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 Liberia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s 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 Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.