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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Pole,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.