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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.