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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Television,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.