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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Slave to the funk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.