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 Colombia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 D'Angelo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Wings,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.