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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Scion,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.