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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.