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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.