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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 The Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.