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 Kenya 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Japan,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.