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 Bahrain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Crime,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.