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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
the Association,
The Evens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
The Move,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
JFA,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.