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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Aural Exciters to the jazz 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.