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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.