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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Residents to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.