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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.