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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Organ,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.