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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.