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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Franke to the funk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.