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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.