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 Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Toni Rubio to the rock 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Index,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Smog,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.