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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
PIL,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Lyres,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.