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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Roxy Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.