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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Hoover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.