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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.