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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.