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 Romania and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 June Days to the grunge 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.