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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Sugar Minott 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.