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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 The Cramps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.