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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.