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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Wings,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.