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 Paraguay 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.