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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.