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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.