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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Ornette Coleman 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
Q65,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.