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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Ultra Naté to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.