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 Eritrea 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 ABC to the rock 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.