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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 The Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.