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 Nepal 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moebius to the grunge 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.