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 Tunisia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.