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 East Timor 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
The Doors,
Brick,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
Mars,
The Associates,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.