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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.