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 San Marino and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Searchers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.