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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.