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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Bill Near 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.