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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.