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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Magma to the punk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Q65,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.