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 Sweden 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count 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.