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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Mars,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
Smog,
John Holt,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.