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 Papua New Guinea 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
Smog,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.