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 Australia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '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 Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.