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 Halifax.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.