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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.