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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon to the grunge 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.