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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Barracudas to the crunk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.