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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pylon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell 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?
Ponytail,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.