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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.