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 Zambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacob Miller to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Television,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.