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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zeros to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
CMW,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.