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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vainqueur to the jazz 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.