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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mad Mike to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Hoover,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.