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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.