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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DNA to the techno 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Fear,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.