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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.