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 Nepal and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.