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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.