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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Matthew Bourne 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.