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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.