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 Peru and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.