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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Rotary Connection to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.