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 Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.