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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.