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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 David McCallum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.