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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.