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 Belgium and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Audionom,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.