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 Tunisia 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Ronan,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.