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 Bulgaria 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.