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 Dominica 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
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.