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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.