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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.