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 Andorra and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 D'Angelo to the disco 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.