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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Sparks to the dance 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Kayak,
The Litter,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.