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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slackers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.