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 Burkina and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 The Beau Brummels to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
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.