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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Derrick May to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
Pole,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.