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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Green to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.