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 Cuba 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Siglo XX to the funk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.