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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rites of Spring to the techno 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.