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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Moebius,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.