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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.