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 Micronesia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.