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 Niger and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unwound to the grime 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.