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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Technova,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.