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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Pagans to the electroclash 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.