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 Italy and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.