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 Yemen 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Crime,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.