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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.