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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Television,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.