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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
the Association,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.