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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.