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 Kenya and from Columbus.
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 Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.