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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
Television,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.