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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Trojans to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.