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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Outsiders 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.