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 Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funkadelic to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.