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 Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.