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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
New Order,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Urselle,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.