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 Hungary 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.