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 Croatia and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Leaves to the jazz 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.