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 Benin and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Wire to the jazz 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Scion,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.