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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Franke,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
Symarip,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.