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 Australia and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.