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 Philippines and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Q65,
Wings,
Index,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Jandek,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
The Index,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.