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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Gong,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.