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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.