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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.