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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 the Germs to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
The Index,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.