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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the grime 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.