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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Saints to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.