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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the funk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
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.