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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.