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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Camouflage to the funk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Television,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.