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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
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 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 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
cv313,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.