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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
X-102,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.