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 Tanzania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vainqueur to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.