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 Monaco and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.