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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
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 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.