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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.