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 Bhutan 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Max Romeo to the crunk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.