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 Panama and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Symarip to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
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.