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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.