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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Cramps to the rock 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.