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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.