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 Samoa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.