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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.