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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.