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 Congo and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
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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.