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 Senegal and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.