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 Georgia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June Days to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.