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 Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.