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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
10cc,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.