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 Austria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Gong,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.