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 Italy and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Mars to the dance 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.