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 Botswana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Buzzcocks to the punk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.