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 Botswana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Germs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
The Move,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.