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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.