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 Nauru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Howard Jones to the jazz 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.