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 Burundi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lindisfarne to the grime 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Birthday Party,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.