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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Pole,
JFA,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.