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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 The Toasters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.