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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bauhaus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Television,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.