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 Croatia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 The J.B.'s to the dance 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.