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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 X-101 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.