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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.