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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Intrusion to the crunk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.