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 Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.