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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.