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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.