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 Chad and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the techno 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
10cc,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Television,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.