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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.