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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
The Move,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.