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 Cape Verde and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
June of 44,
The Monks,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Q65,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.