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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Q65,
Quantec,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
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.