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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alphaville to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Index,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.