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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.