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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
MDC,
The Wake,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.