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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 Hong Kong and Calgary.
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 mellotron 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.