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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
ABC,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.