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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bad Manners to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.