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 Kiribati and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
The Names,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.