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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Count Five to the jazz 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.