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 Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Robert Görl to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.