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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Outsiders to the techno 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.