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 Bahamas 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.