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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 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 Normal to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.