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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Can,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.