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 Benin and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.