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 Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.