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 Afghanistan 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose 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?
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.