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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.