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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Surgeon to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.