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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 The Moleskins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.