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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
The Move,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.