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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 The Angels of Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.