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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 The Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
cv313,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.