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 Serbia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Robert Hood to the dance 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.