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 Chad and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.