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 Sweden 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boredoms to the rap 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.