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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Nirvana to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Lower 48,
Television,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.