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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the punk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.