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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.