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 Chad and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Arcadia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.