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 Korea South and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.