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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.