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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Symarip to the grime 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Cameo,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Television,
The Index,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.