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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 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 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 Rekid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.