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 Chile and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.