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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Qualms to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.