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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Golliwogs to the grunge 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.