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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Deadbeat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.