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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.