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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skriet to the dance 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.