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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
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 Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
The Move,
UT,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.