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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blake Baxter to the disco 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.