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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 synthesizer 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 Wally Richardson to the techno 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.