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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Litter to the rock 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.