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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.