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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Andrew Hill to the rock 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.