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 Colombia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Max Romeo to the rock 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.