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 Zambia and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.