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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.