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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
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 sitar 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 Crooked Eye to the funk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Kayak,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.