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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
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 güiro 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
The Cure,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.