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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash 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?
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.