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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.