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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Crime,
Cluster,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.