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 Nigeria 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grauzone to the rock 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Index,
a-ha,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.