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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.