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 Georgia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Remains to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.