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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.