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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
World's Most,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
The Slits,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.