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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Symarip 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes 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 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.