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 Burundi and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.