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 Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.