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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Ituana to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.