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 Tonga and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.