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 Mali and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.