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 Namibia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 AZ to the disco 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.