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 China and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
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,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.