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 Senegal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Index,
DNA,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.