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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 synthesizer 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 The Invisible to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.