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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Parry Music to the grunge 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.