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 Uzbekistan 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Skarface to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.