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 Latvia and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Pagans,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
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.