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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Erasure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Can,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.