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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.