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 Iran and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camberwell Now to the punk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.