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 Oman and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.