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 Syria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Severed Heads to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.