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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 The Divine Comedy to the punk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.