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 Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liliput to the jazz 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Wire,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.