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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Smiths to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.