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 Samoa and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
cv313,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.