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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Zapp,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.