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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minny Pops 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.