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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Swans,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.