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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Detroit Cobras to the rock 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
The Human League,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.