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 Syria and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
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 guitar 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 Marc Almond to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Index,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.