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 Suriname and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Dennis Brown to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.