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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Bobby Womack to the rap 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.