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 Spain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.