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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q65 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.