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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear to the jazz 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Gong,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.