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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.