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 Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Can to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.