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 Andorra and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Newcleus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
The Victims,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.