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 East Timor and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.