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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.