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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.