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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Technova,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.