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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 JFA to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.