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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.