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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.