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 Iran and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 T.S.O.L. 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.