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 France and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantytec to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.