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 Mauritania 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Barry Ungar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
MC5,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.