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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 The New Christs 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.