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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Beau Brummels to the funk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Nas,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.