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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Five Americans to the punk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Mars,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.