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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
ABC,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.