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 East Timor and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Fear,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.