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 Singapore and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moebius to the punk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
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.