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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.