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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 American Breed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Mars,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.