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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.