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 Haiti and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 B.T. Express to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.