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 Paraguay 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
The Move,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.