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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blossom Toes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.