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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.