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 Belarus and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Fat Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.