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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bush Tetras to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.