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 Tunisia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.