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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.