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 the UAE 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy 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?
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.