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 Rwanda 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.