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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 The Velvet Underground to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.