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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Deadbeat to the punk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.