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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sparks to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.