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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.