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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Young Rascals to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move 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 Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.