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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
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 arpeggiator 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.