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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.