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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.