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 Latvia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.