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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Toasters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
UT,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.