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 Slovakia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 L. Decosne to the rap 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.