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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.