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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Qualms 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.