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 Barbados and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oneida to the grime 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.