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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Joy Division,
Slave,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.