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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Durutti Column to the crunk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.