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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
X-102,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.