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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Boz Scaggs 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.