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 France and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 the Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.