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 Romania and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Moss Icon to the dance 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Brick,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Deakin,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.