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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Fortunes to the grunge 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.