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 Nepal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.