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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.