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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.