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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 linndrum 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 The Knickerbockers to the electroclash 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.