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 Grenada 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.