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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the disco 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
UT,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.