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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.