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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.