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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Flipper,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.