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 St Lucia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brand Nubian to the disco 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.