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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.