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 Peru 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.