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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.