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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Godley & Creme to the disco 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
Marmalade,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.