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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.