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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Morten Harket to the jazz 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.