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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.