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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 marimba 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.