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 United States and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Bill Near to the grunge 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.