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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.