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 Senegal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.