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 Croatia and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Section 25,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.