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 Afghanistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.