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 Angola 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Lalann,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.