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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.