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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.