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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.