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 Qatar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.