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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the disco 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.