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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Happenings to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
Josef K,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.