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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Jandek to the dance 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
PIL,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.