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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
UT,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Flipper,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.