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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Pulsallama to the jazz 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
The Happenings,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.