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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Slave,
a-ha,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.