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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.