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 Armenia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 American Breed to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Mars,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.