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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gladiators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.