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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.