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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.