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 Iran and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 One Last Wish to the crunk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Nas,
Q65,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Hashim,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.