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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.