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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.