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 Norway 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ten City to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Chrome,
Pagans,
a-ha,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
Nico,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.