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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Whodini to the punk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.