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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 MDC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
The Evens,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.