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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 The Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.