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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Easy Going to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
The Sound,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Cybotron,
Visage,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.