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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
cv313,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.