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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Q65,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.