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 Nepal and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 X-102 to the jazz 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Cluster,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.