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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.