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 Canada and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Japan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.