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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.