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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
the Association,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.