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 Ghana 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Martian to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
10cc,
Shoche,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Crime,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.