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 Chile 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.