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 Malta and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Tremeloes to the electroclash 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.