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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalann to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.