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 Russia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Pole,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.