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 Yemen and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Brick,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.