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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
PIL,
Little Man,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.