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 Latvia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.