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 Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the punk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.