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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.