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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Blancmange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.