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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.