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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Little Man to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.