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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Residents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.