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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 U.S. Maple to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.