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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
The Gories,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
X-102,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.