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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rekid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Slave,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
Yaz,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Deakin,
John Cale,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.