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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees 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?
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.