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 Namibia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Ultravox 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.