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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.