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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.