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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Hashim,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.