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 Slovenia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.