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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cure to the electroclash 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.