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 Syria and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 rhodes 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 Erykah Badu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.