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 Peru and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.