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 Syria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.