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 Brunei and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Ludus to the grunge 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Black Flag,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.