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 Panama and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.