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 Latvia and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aswad to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.