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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Yaz,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.