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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Television Personalities to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.