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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Derrick May to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.