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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 The Cowsills to the electroclash 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Index,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.