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 Somalia and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.