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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pantytec to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.