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 Kiribati and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.