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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fall to the rap 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.