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 India and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Q65,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.