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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.