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 Estonia 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.