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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Terry Callier to the rock 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.