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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
ABC,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.