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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
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 güiro 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.