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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
X-101,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.