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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Half Japanese to the jazz 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.