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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Liliput,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.