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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Rites of Spring to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
Pole,
Cameo,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.