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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Moby Grape to the punk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.