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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 theremin 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 Surgeon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.