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 East Timor and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
The Index,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.