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 Botswana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.