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 Argentina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marc Almond to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.