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 Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.