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 Guatemala 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Scion,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.