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 Barbados and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.