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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 The United States of America to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.