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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nirvana to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.