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 Haiti 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Kayak to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.