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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugazi to the grime 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Can,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Nico,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.