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 Denmark and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.