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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.