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 Monaco and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Interpol,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.