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 United States and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator 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 Blossom Toes 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.