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 Lithuania 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trumans Water to the grunge 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.