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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selecter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Smog,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.