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 Korea South and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the jazz 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman 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?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.