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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.