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 Angola and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.