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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
MDC,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.