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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.