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 South Sudan 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.