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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.