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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Litter,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Shoche,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.