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 the UAE and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
UT,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.