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 Mali and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
the Normal,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.