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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Scion,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.