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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.