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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.