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 Oman and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Flash Fearless to the rock 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.