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 Syria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Organ to the dance 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.