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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.