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 Australia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Connie Case to the grunge 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.