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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Theoretical Girls 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.