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 Australia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 the Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.