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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.