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 East Timor and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 David McCallum to the grunge 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.