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 Albania and from Manchester.
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 Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the jazz 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.