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 Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
the Germs,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
UT,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.