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 Malta and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül to the jazz 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.