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 Argentina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.