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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
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 theremin 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 Don Cherry to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Q65,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.