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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Franke,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.